What’s Sarah Palin Doing to This Child??

13 07 2009

palin in nyt july 13 2009

What (the hell) is she doing to this child??

Driving out demons? Has she stripped it down for examination first? Why is the whole community gathered to hold it up, and why are its little arms outstretched in crucifixion posture? Doubt she’s vaccinating it . . .and why is everyone else laughing, as the child goes into paroxysm?

Why doesn’t the New York Times front-page caption writer give me the answer??

But reading the accompanying article, I get a thought. The story explains how devastating her return to Alaska was, after her failed vice-presidential bid, and it details the real reason, not political but very personal. She said she’d work without any title to serve Alaska and all good people everywhere. So maybe she is now on a mission to save children from the horrors she herself has endured and this is the beginning of her selfless work?
Maybe she’s injecting some sort of hair-growing potion?

[Palin’s] hair had thinned to the point where she needed emergency help from her hairdresser and close friend, Jessica Steele.

“Honestly, I think all of it just broke her heart,” Ms. Steele said in an interview at her beauty parlor in Wasilla, the Beehive.

Now you might scoff and think the Beehive and the hair thing was a throw-away bit of color in this story but read on! It comes up again deep into Read the rest of this entry »

Another Belgian Day: Who’s On Strike Now?

13 07 2009


July 13
“Another Day in Belgium”
Posted by kiki under Fayt-le-franc

en route

After a long night filled with uncontrollable fits of laughter, Mer and I woke to another beautiful, Belgian day. After having our customary breakfast of bread, nutella/marmalade, and extremely strong coffee, we went to a world renowned Boat Elevator, and just as we arrived, a boat was making its way down the canal. We were able to watch it moor inside the elevator and then its subsequent journey hundred of feet into the air where it met up with its final destination: the neighbouring canal.

Thoroughly amazed we made our way to the Grande Place of Mons where we FINALLY ‘caressed the head of the monkey’ (and by caress the head of the monkey, I mean rub the head of the small monkey statue.) It is said that rubbing the head of the Singe de Mons will bring you good luck for the rest of the year.


We then joined tante Arlette and Richard in the café on the Grande Place where we wet our whistles and ate delicious Croques, each of us having a different variety.

On the way back to Fayt-le-Franc, we passed through a roundabout where the local farmers were striking. They had pulled all of their tractors into the roundabout and placed signs decrying the injustice of milk prices Read the rest of this entry »